The Frustrated Communist Architect Blues

Any resemblance between the following and any actual real life tour guide we had on our trip to Central Europe is purely coincidental.

I’ve got those frustrated Frustrated communist architect blues [oh, lawd] I’ve got those frustrated Frustrated communist architect blues [yes, I do] So let me tell you, comrade, You don’t want to be in my shoes

When I graduated from college It was in the highest rank Then the iron curtain fell And I’m designing septic tanks [oh, lawd] I’ve got those frustrated Frustrated communist architect blues [oh, lawd] I’ve got those frustrated Frustrated communist architect blues [yes, I do] Roll over, Friedrich Engels, And tell Karl Marx the news

I said I would always follow The dictates of the proletariat The only thing I’m saying now is “Do you want fries with that?” [oh, lawd] I’ve got those frustrated Frustrated communist architect blues [oh, lawd] I’ve got those frustrated Frustrated communist architect blues [yes, I do] I wanted a revolution, baby, But they sure put out my fuse

I toed the party line I agreed that more is less But all that leaves me now Is a great big Brutalist mess [oh, lawd] I’ve got those frustrated Frustrated communist architect blues [oh, lawd] I’ve got those frustrated Frustrated communist architect blues [yes, I do] You cannot build with concrete Any abstract political views